| I love you and cause I do
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| My sky has changed from grey to blue
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| But blue’s not just a color of the rainbow
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| It’s shade is not a hazy hue
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| But pure and hard, my sky blue blue
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| It’s like a Roman candle coming rosebuds
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| Rosebuds
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| «Your words are empty hollow bleatings of a mental crutch
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| They’re open-festered indigestion with a velvet touch
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| An ether-eating Eskimo would gag upon your sight
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| Convulsed into oblivion from laughter or from fright
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| A coma with a sweet aroma is your only dream
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| Malignant with the misconception that a grunt can gleam
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| Your lichen-covered corpuscles are filthy to my fist
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| Infection is your finest flower, mildewed in the mist.»
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| I love you and cause I do
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| My sky has changed from grey to blue
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| But blue’s not just a color of the rainbow
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| It’s shade is not a hazy hue
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| But pure and hard, my blue sky blue
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| It’s like a Roman candle coming rosebuds
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| Blue rosebuds |